Poems from Beyond

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I was a writer, He was a painter

I wrote him in ink, He drew my in colors

I loved him with my pen, He worshiped me with his brushes

My love was deep in pages, His obsession was wide in canvas

I wrote his persona with black ink, He used every color to paint me

Pen were my shield, brushes were his weapon

I used black ink to write bright places, He used bright colors to paint dark places

We loved and loved and the remnants of our love remained in the pages